"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." -Albert Einstein
Cortese was reading her book intensely, a collection of Margery Kempe's greatest works, when Reid ran straight into her. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." She apologized in her thick British accent.
"It was my fault. Really…" Reid said, bending down to pick up her book. When he saw the cover, he smiled at the woman in front of him. "You, uh, like Margery Kempe?" He gave her the book back.
"She is my absolute favourite. I believe I have read this particular book about thirty times. Are you a fan as well?" She asked, looking at him with her beautiful brown eyes.
"I am, but my mother… She's the biggest Kempe fan in the world." He told her, trying to act as confident as he could. If you are trying to impress this girl, then why the hell are you mentioning your mother? Reid thought to himself.
"Um, do you think you could help me? I'm looking for Agent Hotchner's office." She was completely lost.
"I can do that. I know exactly where that is. He's my superior." He spoke very quickly. "My name's Dr. Spencer Reid." He smiled and shook her hand. Oh God, she's going to hate me, my hand is so sweaty!
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid. I'm Genevieve Cortese." She informed him, walking with him to Hotch's office. You just ran into him, why on earth would he even give you the time of day? Then you ask him for directions, he'll think you're a complete idiot!
They didn't speak again until they were outside of Hotch's office. "Well here we are." Reid said, gesturing to the door.
"Thank you so much. Wish me luck." She walked into Hotch's office.
"Good luck." He said quietly to himself. He didn't even know why he was wishing her luck, but he did it anyway. It was like he was enchanted by her.